Everything seems so overwhelming, almost as if this life is the epitome of success, one can't survive without the other. What happens when you have neither?

There's a reason I avoided reality today. 


...and I'm not sure exactly what that is, though it feels remarkably like deja vu (I've been here before).


I wish I could like you. I really do. I'm not sure what's changed, me or you or the both of us, but somehow I find myself avoiding. Always avoiding.


fuck, I hate even myself these days.


H.